Monday, November 02, 2015

Is there value in writing here every day?

I'm not sure.  I  want to keep the habit up but tonight there is really not anything new.  We had first Monday supper with jean and Mark, which was a touch point and very very good.  I love that Bob started that tradition and that all of us maintain it.  Most of the dishes are washed.  I feel sleepier than usual and still need to walk the dog.  All of that is good, feels good.  But none of it is profound.  I don't know yet what I want to do about writing on days when I don't have much to write.  I'll figure it out.

Sunday, November 01, 2015

A good day

Today the weather was beautifully mild and breezy.  Attending All Saints Day service was just right.  The Catholic words aren't my words, but the music was beautiful and the sense of blessing was profound in the church.  the priest read the beatitudes in a beautifully resonant voice and being in that church, near the campus where I went to college, and with dear friends from that era, was exceptionally sweet.  After church I helped a friend who has chronic health problems with some cleaning.  That felt good too.  Being able to help is one of the things for which I am most thankful.

It's funny how months get associated with different themes.  If October is about a mystical shift into fall and a thinning of the veil between the living and the dead, November in the USA seems to be about thanks(giving).  On this first day of November I feel especially thankful for my beloved dead and the world's beloved dead - those who have created art, literature, music, science, great ideas, as well as those who have loved and touched me personally.